One Direction Preferences

#39: He Yells at Your Child

Harry:

You and Harry had a two year old son, Grayson, who was a bit of a handful. He has Harry's curls and charms, and somehow, got his Uncle Louis' mischievousness. Harry was away on tour for a large part of the first two years, so his relationship with his son was a little bit different than yours. "You'll be okay with Grayson?" You asked again, grabbing your purse to go spend some mommy-alone-time with Eleanor. "Yes," Harry laughed, "Babe, I'll be fine. Go. Get a manicure. Then come home and spend some time with your husband." You chuckled and kissed your men goodbye, "Will do, Styles." You left and came back a few hours later, fumbling with the keys as you entered your flat, "NO, GRAYSON," you heard Harry yelling through the entire flat, and you went running to find them both in the kitchen, "I TOLD YOU DON'T DO THAT!" Grayson's bottom lip was trembling, signaling the inevitable break-down, and you scooped him up in your arms and he ceased instantly. "How did you do that?" Harry asked in awe. You sighed, "Hi, Harry. I don't know, you just have to be comforting with him. Please don't yell at Grayson...," you got quiet, "It scares me a bit." Harry's entire face softened, "I'm so sorry," Harry came over and kissed you and then his son, who was his usual bubbly self again, "No more yelling. Promise."

Liam:

You were outside in your backyard with your husband, Liam, and your little daughter, Rosie. She was four, and loved nothing more then playing outside, or playing with her best friend and next door neighbor, Rory Horan. Liam and you were chatting casually, catching up and finally enjoying your time together, seeing as sometimes it was a rare occasion you two were alone together. Rosie was playing with a ball just a few feet away, and you watched your little girl. "She's getting so big, Li," you sighed, looking at your husband, "What are we going to do?" Liam chuckled and gently wrapped an arm around your side, "Send her to Niall's to play with Rory and go try for another one?" Your eyes lit up deviously and you nodded, "Let's." You looked up and looked around for your daughter, "Rosie?" You turned around, and saw that at the mention of 'Rory', Rosie had taken off for the busy street to get to her friend's. "ROSIE," Liam yelled, "YOU GET BACK HERE! DON'T MOVE!" Rosie, having never heard her father raise his voice like that, froze. You both ran to her, and Liam scooped her up, "Rosie, you can't go near the street like that. You could get hurt." Rosie nodded, her big brown eyes wide. Liam smiled to lighten the mood, "Let's take you to see Rory's. Mommy and Daddy have things to do."

Niall:

Your son, Rory, had actually gotten most of his looks from both you and Niall. However, there was one thing that he developed that was entirely his own, his father's ginormous appetite. You spent most of your day pulling foreign objects out of your son's mouth, and it ranged anywhere from actual food or inanimate objects, even his favorite toys. One night, when you were fortunate enough to have Niall home, he was cooking dinner for the both of you. Niall had Rory on one hip, and a wooden spoon in the other. You walked into the kitchen giggling, "If it isn't where I like my men, in the kitchen," you winked. "Ha ha," Niall laughed dryly, "Very funny. I just thought I'd treat my wife to an evening off, but if she doesn't want that..." You came up behind Niall and wrapped your arms around his waist, "I love you, Ni. And everything you're doing." Niall turned around and kissed you, "Go take a nap or something, babe. I'll get you when dinner's ready." You smiled and went to do just that, only to come running back out a few seconds later. "NO! RORY! DON'T EAT THAT!" You came into the kitchen to find Niall pulling a chili pepper out of Rory's mouth, Rory's face scrunched up from the hot pepper. You giggled, "He does that, Ni. He's a bit like you." Niall exhaled heavily, "I don't know how you do this." You went over and kissed him, "And I don't know how you're a pop star."

Zayn:

You were home with your husband, Zayn, for what seemed to be the first time in a long time. With his constant tour schedule, and busy work life when he was home, you two never got alone time. So when you put little Jael to bed one night, Zayn seemed to be waiting for you outside her room. "How about we go to bed, hmm?" Zayn smirked playfully. "Oh, Mr. Malik," you winked, "Do you need a bedtime story, too?" You headed off towards your shared room. "Eh," he shrugged, "Of sorts." He chased after you, grabbing you by the waist and carrying you into your room, earning shrieks and giggles from you. "Sssh," Zayn chuckled, "If you wake up Jael, we're done." He had a hand clamped over your mouth, and you nodded, smiling. Just when things were starting to get really heated, you closed your eyes and heard Zayn suddenly shout, "JAEL! GO BACK TO BED!" You pulled the covers up over you quickly, to see a sleepy little Jael standing in your door frame. "Go b-back to bed, sweetie-e," you panted, "I'll come tuck you in." Jael rubbed her eyes sleepily and went back to her room. Zayn exhaled and rolled over you, "Damn." You kissed him, "I'll be right back. Don't go anywhere."

Louis:

"Alright," Louis nodded towards your twin sons, "We need to be very quiet. It's mommy's birthday, and she's sleeping, and this is her birthday present," Louis held up the Tiffany blue box with crystal necklaces inside, "So we need to be quiet, and we need to make sure that it stays safe." The boys nodded. "Can you hide it in your room?" Louis asked quizzically, raising his eyebrows. The boys nodded again, in perfect synchronization, "Yes, dad!" "Alright," Louis smiled, "Go hide it!" The twins took the box and scurried off, just around the same time that you rolled out of your room. "Hey, birthday girl," Louis walked over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist and kissed you slowly. "Mmhmm," you raised your eyebrows as you broke the kiss. "Happy Birthday, indeed." There was a sudden crash from the boy's room. "Oh god," Louis groaned, darting off towards their room. You and Louis entered to find the Tiffany box open and on the floor, and the boys fighting over the necklace. "BOYS," Louis yelled, grabbing their attention, "WHAT DID I TELL YOU?" The boys hung their head, handing the box and necklace over. "Sorry, dad," they murmured, and Louis sighed. "It's okay," he smiled. Louis laughed, handing you the necklace, "Happy Birthday, Y/N."